Raise your hand if your laundry room/closet/area is as beautiful as the magazines.
That's what I thought. And if you have a pristine laundry room/closet/area, then what the heck are you doing reading my blog?
Anywho, I say all that so that my mom doesn't kill me. She has no idea I took these pictures.
She has a normal laundry area. There is a washing machine, a dryer, detergent, plugs for the washer and dryer, dust, and cabinets (hey, all of us don't have cabinets-- I do have shelves, though, which is helpful).
My mom is also a school teacher and she's out of school for the summer, which means she's doing lesson plans, babysitting, doing lesson plans, reorganizing, and doing lesson plans. She does a lot of lesson plans. She's a great teacher.
She also loves to redecorate the house. That's a gene that I did not inherit from her. But this is the newest addition to her laundry area, which I just adore and love with all my heart: artwork from us kids.
My oldest brother's:
2nd oldest brother (he now has several intricate tattoos that he's drawn out himself):
3rd oldest brother (please notice how he originally wrote "wouldn't" but then marked out the "n't" -- as in... he decided halfway through the project that the 1800's would be pretty fun after all):
Moi (can we tell who the perfectionist is in the family?):
And my baby sister (to be fair, I think this was kindergarten-- it says "If I were a spider... I'd eat a butterfly") :
Pretty cool, eh?